Photo prompt: © Ted Strutz
He wanted to take the glasses off but it was not allowed.
The penalty was devastatingly permanent.
True Focus was reserved for a selected few. A privilege. Stealing it would result in losing all sight. Both eyes.
He blinked and tried to calm the nausea that came with the distorting lenses. He never got used to the dizziness. Or the headache.
He didn’t think they were meant to.
“Loyalty above clarity; Fealty, not facts.”
It was chanted. It was law.
A disoriented population was the goal.
He grieved for the realities that had been ignored when freedom still had hope.
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers